Tuesday, December 13, 2011


 The other day I had the great idea of cutting the hedge back so I could get to my garden... Yep should have just left that thought right there in my head!  I have seen islander out cutting their hedges with the massive bush knives and thought "I can do that!"  Yep, again should have just left that thought happy in my head! BUT no out I go and as I unlock the shed to get my massive bush knife I think to myself "why not leave it to the landlord, you may regret this...".  I stalk on over and lash out a couple of times and then get annoyed because our massive bush knife seems not to be working.  As I went for another swing I felt a burning pain in my forehead, then my back, then... MY ARSE it is on fire!  I calmly walked back to the shed (in pain) returned the knife, locked the door and headed back into the house where a very sick husband is trying to work out why I am walking like I have a carrot between my arse cheeks.  I calmly tell him what happened and strangely there is yet to be any swear words released from my mouth! 

Not the one on my butt!
So vinegar and antihistamine was needed and thankfully I did not swell up.  Has taught me I should listen to those thoughts I have inside my head a little more. And as it was a Sunday it may have been a sign that I should not have been working on the Sabbath as I have been told you should not here!?  When i went to work the next day and told them what had happened my boss said to me, "You're not a local are you?!! (said with laughter) We all wave a stick in the bush because that is where they nest."  So many things they need to put in a pamphlet to hand out when you come to live here!

The next day the funny thing or not so funny as the case maybe, as I was washing the kids there was a blood curdling scream from Josh.  I raced out to see what the dickens he had done to himself and he was racing around like a headless chook!  Josh had been outside throwing a ball up into one of our mango trees trying to knock another ball out that was stuck.  Wasps had got him about eight times and one was still in his back!  When I went out to find the nest it had fallen with the wasps still using it and it was the size of a dinner plate!
What he can't see when putting calamine lotion
on the wasp stings...
There are a number of nests around at the moment.  Following our wasp stings when Josh and I where upstairs in the resource room at school with another student and two wasps came by.  I am not afraid to say we 'clung' to each other and made a "eeewww" noise before making a hasty retreat down the steps.  The other lad said "Ah you guys are PUSSYS!" and chased them away.  I could not tell the boy off for his use of language at school because he was absolutely correct, but neither Josh or I were up for another sting!

Much love all and remember those voices in your head are there for a reason! And if you are going to cut back your bush wave a stick at it first...

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